"Eh? What's going on?" Xiaolang said with a black line on his forehead: "Master, this gun is broken!"
Before he finished speaking, Xiaolang felt a blow on his head. The other party slapped the guy on the head and yelled: "You idiot, the gun hasn't been loaded and the safety is on. Why are you spanking me?"
Uh... Xiaolang was speechless. However, his move also made Lix understand that this kid must have never played with a gun!~
"Boy, I heard that you have killed people before and then escaped from China. Without a gun, how did you kill people? Did you laugh your opponents to death?"
The master's words hurt people's self-esteem too much... Xiaolang was a little unhappy: "How come you can't kill people without a gun?"
He seemed to be able to tell that this boy was a little angry, and Lix smiled: "Haha! Boy, why are you not happy to say a few words? If you are not happy, just practice your marksmanship so that I am not qualified to criticize you.
!Now, take a shot and let me see your rubbish shooting skills..."
This time, the little wolf raised the gun with one hand and pointed it at the bottle cap. This time, he did not hold it with two hands. He felt that it was too obscene. He squinted his eyes with his rickets.
, a second later, the trigger was pulled...
Bang……
One shot passed, and the bottle cap was blown away. The initially disapproving Lix's eyes suddenly lit up: "Eh? Your shooting skills are pretty good! Hahaha... could you be fooled?"
Because he didn't believe it too much, Lix was going to try it again. This time, he put a bottle cap on the beer bottle, but this time he put it diagonally. Because of the angle, it could be opened.
The target is much smaller.
"Take another shot. If you can still do what you did just now with this shot, it proves that you are an excellent shooter with potential."
This time, Xiao Lang found that the target had become smaller, but he was not nervous about shooting. He felt that one thing was very important, that is, his heart should be calm and his hands should be steady. Only in this way can he do it.
After aiming the gun at the target, Xiaolang fired with a bang, and the bottle cap was blown away somewhere...
"Beautiful, she does have some potential! Hahaha... Boy, since static targets are no longer a problem for you, how about we hit dynamic targets?"
"Dynamic target?" Xiaolang was stunned for a moment, and Lix told him: "Yes! It's a dynamic target! Look, look..." After that, Lix picked up a beer bottle cap and threw it into the sky.
Then he pulled out his pistol and fired a shot, sending the beer bottle cap flying into the air and flying to an unknown place.
Xiaolang exclaimed: "It's so awesome!~"
Lix smiled: "This is nothing. First of all, this distance is too close. Secondly, veterans will rely on their own intuition and judgment to dodge bullets. They can often make judgments before you even shoot.
, so...even though this bottle cap is small, it can still hit...
…On the contrary, those living people, such big targets, sometimes even a sharpshooter will miss... Because people and dead objects are different, people are alive! Dead objects, no matter how they move,
They are all dead and have rules, while humans...are without rules..."
After hearing these words, Xiaolang benefited a lot. He seemed to understand something and nodded: "I seem to understand something."
"Well! Boy, let's try hitting a target in the air..." After saying that, Lix threw a bottle cap into the air. Xiaolang fired a shot, but missed, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
one time.
"Haha... Boy, don't be anxious. It's normal for you to miss. This requires you to practice more. It's not something you can get right at the beginning..."
Xiaolang understands that as the saying goes, practice makes perfect and skill makes perfect! All this depends on finding his patterns and practicing...
…
On the same day, Huzi led the people back to his own territory, dealt with the matters at hand, and then went to find Xiaolang.
He listened to Xiaolang's excellent performance in the past two days. With the hand-eye coordination training of Flying Needle, this boy was barely able to try the third gear, and there was a certain chance of success. As for flexibility training, Fatty also told Huzi that this
The boy is very talented and has extremely quick reactions. After two days of training, he has grown much faster than when no one systematically taught him the methods at the beginning...
As for Lix, Lix told Huzi that the little wolf was indeed a genius in marksmanship. Although he had only trained for two days, he was very talented, and he was very serious and hardworking... Therefore, his growth was also
Very good...
Huzi was very fond of Xiaolang. When he saw Xiaolang training hard, he patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, you will be my right-hand man in the future. Now, train yourself well! Let yourself become
A real... killer!~"
Little Wolf nodded, and at this moment, Beard suddenly said: "Little Wolf, how about we have a chat?"
Xiaolang didn't know what Huzi wanted to talk to him, but Huzi was his good big brother. He couldn't always keep his inner thoughts that others couldn't express, right? Let him be his audience and talk to him, or
It’s a mutual confession…
That might not be a bad thing...
"Xiaolang, can you chat with me? About you!~" Huzi seemed to be very interested, and Xiaolang smiled bitterly: "I'm just an orphan... I have a very unforgettable love, but it's a pity...
hehe……"
"She is a very good girl..." Xiaolang's eyes suddenly became very deep...
Huzi listened quietly, and Xiaolang suddenly became very sad and angry: "It's a pity that I am not worthy of her... I want to protect her well, but I am just a person who has suffered from the indifference of the world.
Orphan...what should I do...to protect her?"
"Protecting the person you want to protect but not being able to protect, this feeling... I can feel it..." Huzi sighed and said lightly...
"I read her suicide note. I saw it at the end. At that time...I, I..." Xiaolang's eyes turned red, as if the text appeared again in front of him...the words were clear and vivid.
At present...
…
I am a girl...but my parents never raised me as a girl. I climbed trees, fought with a group of boys, and went to the reservoir to swim.
The first boy I liked was the boy I had a fight with when I was a kid. He was a weak man, but he had a very good-looking face. I went to bully him, and he was stronger than me, but he didn't fight back and looked aggrieved.
The more he behaves like this, the more I bully him. Seeing a handsome little face who is afraid and helpless towards me makes me feel proud!
When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, my friend read pornographic books, and I read them too! Although I couldn’t quite understand them, the feeling of guilt made me feel excited! I felt that that kind of thing must be a very comfortable thing, otherwise why
Why are adults so secretive?
He and I happened to be in the same class, so I made a move on him. My first love letter was very simple, just three words. His face was very red, and he seemed to have done something wrong all day long. I asked him to come to school
When we met later, he hesitated a few times, but still came out. My first kiss stayed there.
In 19xx, I watched football for the first time. It seemed to be the Central X-Series. I heard it was the final, so I watched it. In fact, I didn’t understand anything. I only knew who kicked who in the final penalty shootout.
Bad luck.
Dad just drank tea and watched without saying a word. I asked: "Does it count as a loss if we don't score a penalty kick? That's so unfair! If my team won the championship by penalty kicks, I wouldn't have the face to accept the award!"
"
I remember clearly that No. 10, wearing a blue jersey, kicked the ball crookedly. Dad leaned back slightly and muttered: "stinky ball."
I looked at the man standing there with his head lowered, as if he had been bullied. I thought of the boy I fell in love with for the first time (I had already fallen in love with him at that time), and I suddenly felt that I pity him. I asked: "Dad, who is he?"
"Dad replied impatiently: "Baggio."
I just remembered this name and fell in love with football.
I was in junior high school at that time, and many boys were playing football. But because of my poor academic performance, under the guidance of my father, I became a sports student, and the event was hurdles.
I had the opportunity to meet boys who played football. In fact, I didn’t understand it very well, but I watched with great enthusiasm. When I saw who was being kicked, I shouted selflessly: "Why are you such a coward? You won’t kick him too."
ah!"
My first real boyfriend was the left midfielder of our school team. In my eyes, he was a genius. He liked to dribble the ball and would not shoot unless he passed the goalkeeper. Many people scolded him and said that he
Sticking to the ball and not passing the ball. I shouted at him, "Don't pass it to them. They will be so angry!"
When I was in the third grade of junior high school, he held me in his arms and sang in a KTV private room. I forgot my feelings while singing, so I took off my coat and sang with abandon. He was very cramped at the time, and his eyes always went to my breasts. I felt very proud.
, his body always deliberately rubbed against my chest. I stopped singing and looked at him with disdain.
"What for?" he asked.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Why don't I do it?" he said.
"Look at how coward you are, you can't do anything." I laughed at him.
He suddenly hugged me like crazy, his eyes were bloodshot. His body was shaking all the time.
"I want...I want..." he hesitated.
I slapped him in the face. He looked at me blankly.
"Damn it, I gave you a chance, but I didn't expect you to be such a coward!" I said bitterly to him.
He hesitated for a moment, swallowed, and rushed towards me desperately.
This is my first time and also his.
I feel that I was born to be a woman who wants to be wild. Every time I have sex with him in the future, I will bring it up. I feel that he cannot satisfy me, not only physically, but also psychologically. I think of the handsome little boy who was bullied by me.